hmm. i guess it's my duty to note down a few important dates.
nov 19 - 250 am. leave singapore. dec 5-12 - racing. dec 17 - return home. dec 27 - leave for aus. jan 11 - return home.
This stupid situation now Where everything goes wrong If you can't tell if I am lying Then you do not belong
So go play with your piano, Write a mediocre song, Out of the shell of mediocrity And pretend there's nothing wrong I never thought you were a chicken shit I never thought of you at all Until you asked me to be part of it Now you're showing me your wall
I wouldn't want you to want To be wanted by me I wouldn't want you to worry You'd be drowned within my sea I only wanted to be wonderful And wonderful is true, In truth I only really wanted to be wanted by you
y'know. most of the music going around isn't half bad.
it's only when they decide it's such a hit that it deserves constant non-stop play round the radio and tv stations. often amounting to 3 or more 'ear'ial(aerial) assaults a day.
we'll carry on we'll carry on we'll carry on we'll carry on?
the villains?
bad day. black parade. chasing cars. i write sins not tragedies.
i'll venture a guess with the future suspects.
"i don't feel like dancin, sexybackrudebox. can you call me again when you're sober?"
Scissors cutting out your anger Bite your tongue, ignore the splinter.
helllllooooo monday.
acsailors have left for cambodia, it's going to be a good day. i cracked my centreboard, it's going to be a good day. brett's left, it's going to be a good day. i've had to break the lock, it's going to be a good day. i didn't know there were 2 plaza parkroyals, it's going to be a good day.
sorry to disappoint you, but. i don't care. i'm going to have to be faster than furious.
i like this ad. the song is 'music for a nurse', by the band known as oceansize.
Strummed at 10:19 AM (x)
Friday, November 03, 2006
rudy project
i'm fucking pissed can. i can't mince my words here, as much as i hate to rant.
it's outrageous. it's astounding. it's driving me out of my mind cuz it was a fucking accident waiting to happen. nor is this the first time either. absolutely disgusted with myself.
ugh. i don't know how i kept from swearing in front of my parents.
rage against the machine.
this post took about 10 times less time and thought then the previous one. forgive me.
i sit here, smiling, with my spanking new uniform, bag, title, class, sail. the sea is calm, the radio's crooning 'she will be loved' over the loud speakers, i've got my pocari sweat, people are talking,
and i wonder what it is that has gone wrong with me the last two weeks. six degrees of inner turbulence.
i'd have been a lot more vulgar if i had just sat down to type this out last night without thinking through it more.
the truth is that i haven't had a happy sail for a dreadfully long time. it's killing me.
it's partly the reason why i've been going to sleep a bit guilty since monday - so i'm grateful she's let me off the hook.
my mood's not right. it's not suited for the performance.
so why'd ya fill my sorrow with the words you borrow from the only place you've known why'd ya sing hallelujah if it means nothin' to ya why'd ya sing with me at all?
his aspirations.
weight for laser.
breeze. chase it.
cut down on mistakes.
get to know pple better.
understanding. respect.
a cat.
discipline. control.
contact lenses.